It’s OK I Have Medicine

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I spend a lot of time counting the walls

Can’t seem to get it right.

Time flies like garbage.

Morally trespass, chemically bypass

Parallel process all night.

I see it all clearly now

I have medicine.

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Rat race in a clown face

Mime invisible shield breaks

Mime laughing, just acting

They lower the bar, pills in a jar.

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Grim pleasure, surgical steel,

Lead and Jesus Christ.

Somewhere somebody’s screaming.

Think I’ll just sharpen this knife

Run for my life, fly like a kite.

It’s OK,

I have medicine.

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There’s something waiting outside the door:

The man in the mirror, maybe, I don’t know.

There’s something beside my bed.

I’ll squeeze my eyes shut

Hold my breath.

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Spend a lot of time counting the floor

It’s either zero or one.

Usually sometimes it isn’t.

Do you know what time it is,

When the floor is cocked like a gun?

Time for my medicine.

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